I'm sitting at the computer, pretty much minding my business while listening to my Brand New CD and browsing Gaia. I curl over into a ball to stretch my back a bit and out of nowhere I hear my mom chime in from the living room "Whatcha doin over there? Cuttin? Wah wah?"
Now lately, I've been pretty manic depressive - because it just feels like a lot of things aren't going right. I keep trying to tell myself it could be worse but its not working. I would draw, but I dunno what to draw. I would write, but I dunno what to write. And I can't wait until my mom goes to work so I can have the house to myself.
I'm hoping to be able to have something to distract me other than an avie art that's owed, but other than that I can't think of anything. That's one thing I never expected to hear from my own mom - especially the one who was SUPPOSED to finally get me a professional psychologist, which she didn't even though she had the paper hilighted and everything. stressed
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